would feel too much like taking advantage.
He nodded, and Fang growled in my mind, BE NICE. HE'S MY FRIEND.
I am being nice. Would you rather Lola stripped him bare?
Fang harrumphed but didn't say anything more.
"Okay,” Micah said. “Why don't the two of you sit down and relax? And Fang, if you could refrain from distracting them?"
YOU GOT IT, PAL. Fang settled down next to me and laid his head on his paws.
We parked in Micah's comfortable chairs and I glanced at Shade, seeing nothing but the swirling dark ribbons of light where his skin should have been. Weirdly, it made me feel better that I couldn't see his face. But at least I knew he didn't mind this, that he actually looked forward to it.
"Relax,” Micah reminded me. “Let loose of that hold on yourself, just a little, and reach out for Shade."
Lola was straining to get at the juicy tidbit that was Shade, so I tried to do as Micah said. But it didn't quite work that way. Instead of coming out as a trickle, the dam burst and Lola surged out and lunged for Shade, sending greedy tentacles of pure lust whipping into him.
He gasped.
No—that wasn't what I wanted to do!
I tried to pull back, but Micah said, “No, let it go. Go with it, don't fight it."
I forced myself to do as he said, and amazingly, he was right. Now that I wasn't trying to rein Lola in, she was content to slow down, explore Shade and all his reactions.
My God, this was so different from before. I didn't feel like a puppet master or that he was my slave. Instead, I felt Shade react to Lola, felt the heat rise in his blood, the longing for me. He clenched the arms of his chair tight and his breathing intensified. The energy Lola craved rose within him and flowed steadily into the demon inside me, filling her, satisfying her totally.
Wow—I was enjoying this as much as he was. Was this normal? It kind of felt like watching an X-rated movie. I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or excited. I was definitely squirmy.
"You're doing fine, Val,” Micah said soothingly. “Now, release him, slowly."
It was a whole lot easier to do than I expected, since Lola was thoroughly pleased now. She gave one last caress to his second chakra of sensuality and Shade shuddered. Lola withdrew, happy and content.
WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU, TOO? Fang drawled. BET SHADE WANTS A CIGARETTE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
Shut up. I felt mortified enough without his help. “I'm so sorry, Shade. Are you okay?"
He shook his head. “Quite well, thank you,” he said, though his voice sounded a little shaky. He released his death hold on the arms of the chairs, though, so I guess that was a good sign.
"You did fine,” Micah said encouragingly. “With a little practice, you should be able to control it as well as I can. I bet you won't lack for volunteers, will she, Shade?"
"Definitely not,” Shade said in a breathy voice.
I felt my neck turn hot. I wasn't used to this kind of attention.
"Okay,” Micah said decisively. “Now that you're sated, let's try another exercise to help you control the lust demon inside you.” He glanced at Shade and Fang and gestured to the door. “If you two wouldn't mind waiting outside? She needs as few distractions as possible."
They left, and Micah set a tall candle on the table in front of me and lit it.
"What's that for?"
"It's to help you find control."
"How?” Though I really wanted to learn how to control my demon, I still felt a little weird about what I'd done to Shade. Not that he seemed to mind, but I would like to manage the intensity better, so I wouldn't embarrass him in the future. How could a candle possibly help with that?
Micah dimmed the lights. “Stare into the flame."
I rolled my eyes at him. “You're kidding, right? Do you really think that will help?"
"I really do. And how do you know it won't unless you try it?"
"Okay, okay.” I stared into the flame, thinking about bailing, but I'd stupidly agreed to do as Micah asked. And why was that again? Oh yeah,
He nodded, and Fang growled in my mind, BE NICE. HE'S MY FRIEND.
I am being nice. Would you rather Lola stripped him bare?
Fang harrumphed but didn't say anything more.
"Okay,” Micah said. “Why don't the two of you sit down and relax? And Fang, if you could refrain from distracting them?"
YOU GOT IT, PAL. Fang settled down next to me and laid his head on his paws.
We parked in Micah's comfortable chairs and I glanced at Shade, seeing nothing but the swirling dark ribbons of light where his skin should have been. Weirdly, it made me feel better that I couldn't see his face. But at least I knew he didn't mind this, that he actually looked forward to it.
"Relax,” Micah reminded me. “Let loose of that hold on yourself, just a little, and reach out for Shade."
Lola was straining to get at the juicy tidbit that was Shade, so I tried to do as Micah said. But it didn't quite work that way. Instead of coming out as a trickle, the dam burst and Lola surged out and lunged for Shade, sending greedy tentacles of pure lust whipping into him.
He gasped.
No—that wasn't what I wanted to do!
I tried to pull back, but Micah said, “No, let it go. Go with it, don't fight it."
I forced myself to do as he said, and amazingly, he was right. Now that I wasn't trying to rein Lola in, she was content to slow down, explore Shade and all his reactions.
My God, this was so different from before. I didn't feel like a puppet master or that he was my slave. Instead, I felt Shade react to Lola, felt the heat rise in his blood, the longing for me. He clenched the arms of his chair tight and his breathing intensified. The energy Lola craved rose within him and flowed steadily into the demon inside me, filling her, satisfying her totally.
Wow—I was enjoying this as much as he was. Was this normal? It kind of felt like watching an X-rated movie. I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or excited. I was definitely squirmy.
"You're doing fine, Val,” Micah said soothingly. “Now, release him, slowly."
It was a whole lot easier to do than I expected, since Lola was thoroughly pleased now. She gave one last caress to his second chakra of sensuality and Shade shuddered. Lola withdrew, happy and content.
WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU, TOO? Fang drawled. BET SHADE WANTS A CIGARETTE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
Shut up. I felt mortified enough without his help. “I'm so sorry, Shade. Are you okay?"
He shook his head. “Quite well, thank you,” he said, though his voice sounded a little shaky. He released his death hold on the arms of the chairs, though, so I guess that was a good sign.
"You did fine,” Micah said encouragingly. “With a little practice, you should be able to control it as well as I can. I bet you won't lack for volunteers, will she, Shade?"
"Definitely not,” Shade said in a breathy voice.
I felt my neck turn hot. I wasn't used to this kind of attention.
"Okay,” Micah said decisively. “Now that you're sated, let's try another exercise to help you control the lust demon inside you.” He glanced at Shade and Fang and gestured to the door. “If you two wouldn't mind waiting outside? She needs as few distractions as possible."
They left, and Micah set a tall candle on the table in front of me and lit it.
"What's that for?"
"It's to help you find control."
"How?” Though I really wanted to learn how to control my demon, I still felt a little weird about what I'd done to Shade. Not that he seemed to mind, but I would like to manage the intensity better, so I wouldn't embarrass him in the future. How could a candle possibly help with that?
Micah dimmed the lights. “Stare into the flame."
I rolled my eyes at him. “You're kidding, right? Do you really think that will help?"
"I really do. And how do you know it won't unless you try it?"
"Okay, okay.” I stared into the flame, thinking about bailing, but I'd stupidly agreed to do as Micah asked. And why was that again? Oh yeah,
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